Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Are the loonies on the loose....?


It has never occurred to me before…are the loonies on the loose?

Found this very funny piece on the local….

From BillyB, added at the Forum on the Local....

It seems to me that Sweden in general (Stockholm specifically) has a more than average number of crazies on the loose.
I have lived and worked in a few different countries, but
Sweden has significantly more nut jobs than anywhere else.

During a average day i will pass by at least 10 people i would classify as seriously mad.

In the last 4 days alone the specimens i have encountered have included:

A guy running up the Tunnelbana in just y-fronts and stopping to do star jump at stations
A bloke offering me his magic hat in exchange for a can of beer
A woman who says she is a elf and hides in trees
A guy on the train having an argument with a pencil, snapping it, then crying that he killed it
A old chap with childrens plastic windmills in his hair dancing to swan lake at 8am

and many many more...

I think maybe the heat has something to do with it being on the increase right now, but there is still a high amount of insanity all year round..

So..why is this?
Is there just a lack of men in white coats with big butterfly nets to round them all up?

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Monday, October 29, 2007

Herr Nilsson not just a digital friend...


Ten years ago I crossed one of the side roads to Blvd de la Croissette in Cannes, at one of the 60 events I have attended, in the South of France. Having “bumped” into a variety of celebrities during my time there none delighted me more that this particular old lady who was walking on her own without any bodyguards or without any entourage. She was just an old frail lady, whom to the crowds was a nobody. But to me, she was the ultimate superstar...she was the only person I have asked for an autograph she was simply Astrid Lindgren…

Astrid Lindgren wrote some of the classic Swedish children stories of our times from Pippi Longstocking (Pippi Långstrump), Emil of the Maple Hills (Emil i Lönneberga) and Karlsson on the Roof (Karlsson på taket). Astrid took time and had a chat to me, a simple Swedish boy, whose claim to fame was to ride the blow up goose as a child. However it was in one of those stories, the story of Pippi Longstocking that Herr, or Mr Nilsson, came into play. The trustwordy friend, in this case a monkey, to Pippi appeared. After watching these stories as a child and later on, to delight of my daughter, I thought that everyone should have a Mr Nilsson and I am so very pleased to be able to say that I have one…

Of 40 years now I have had, and still have, my own Mr Nilsson, he is just my best friend of all times. We went to school for some 11 years, before that we managed to swim in the sea, burn down the local forest, getting married, not to each other but to separate women. He married Mrs Nilsson and I married Mrs Ericson. Out of all friends I have, Mr Nilsson, who should not be confused with Pippi’s little monkey, as my Mr Nilsson does a very bad job climbing trees and eating nuts. However my Mr Nilsson does provide everything that friendship should do, updating me with the local ice hockey results from the Tigers home games, provide Peugeot and Renault support over the phone, far better than any local dealership and best of all…he listens when I have something to say.

Does he care that I have met the Status Quo…well in fact he does, he wants copies of any freebies that I might have been given, but all in all he is very much like me, he likes that it the winter it snows, and that in the summer it is hot…he likes a good BBQ, no chicken included though as he is allergic, but he loves a SAAB 96, and if you ask him, he will write you an essay on how too increase the engine size and what carburettor to use, plus he would probably drive to Austria to participate in classic rally only to find out that he did not bring the wiper arm to the motorized wipers which eventually made them to pull out of the rally…

Sebastian Loeb might get a bit upset of his Citroen team arrived without wiper arms to his WRC car, but in this case it was Mr Nilsson…he worked everything out even down to the replacement handbrake wire…but left the wiper arm at home…None of the team got upset they just went on with the rally, when the snow was too heavy the SAAB 96 had to pull out and retire, the team enjoyed a couple of days of R&R and talked about how next year they might bring another wiper arm…

This week I have had something new to celebrate, Mr Nilsson my childhood friend has finally arrived into the 21st century, today, by means of digital communication I received my first ever email from him…albeit it being 27 images from a snowy classic car rally in Austria doesn’t matter…the fact is that I did receive an email…so from now on my childhood friend and I will move our friendship into cyberspace…I am the luckiest guy in the world…

This is the fact of life…get yourself a Mr Nilsson, hang on to him and in time your friendship will move from analogue to digital communication…a far cry better than when you start from a digital position…

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Is The Greatest Britain cheating?


Ever since arriving in the Greatest Britain I have been harping on about some old scores. They are great to mention over a pint or two when discussing sport with an Englishman. You see the Greatest Britons like to mention various results such as the Greatest Win in 1966. That Sweden were second in ’58 and third in ’94 doesn’t count, but as the qualifying results for Euro 2008 are coming to an end, England has to dispose of Russia on the newly laid Tiger Turf in Moscow and Sweden has a stroll to clear off Northern Ireland and the Swedes will again be there ready to take on England, a team, to which they have not LOST since 1968. This little fact is niggling away at most supporters, I have heard rumours that some will not even ride in a Volvo or sit in sofa bought at IKEA.

The other Swedish record sitting nicely in Britain is the fabulous five in row wins at Wimbledon by Bjorn Borg. Bjorn was there this year to witness his record being equalled by Roger Federer, so whilst it still stands the likelihood is that it will go next year, so we will need another record we can shot about and I have found it…

The Eurovision Song Contest…

You see the Swedes take this quite seriously. Try to go out on the evening of the song contest and you will have to learn to dance the slow fox by yourself as the Swedes are at home glued to the television. This is a phenomenon which has not spread to the Greatest Britain, yet…Just so that my Swedish readers understand the Brits have to drag some poor bastard out from a lunatic asylum, dress them in funny clothes looking like airline stewardesses and then get them to sing the silly song in front of four television viewers and two television presenters, who later between themselves will choose which one of the silly tunes they are going to the contest. The result is of course a song which is pretty bad, outfits that are hilarious and eventually they get no points and no viewers. So why do they do it? Well you see the Greatest Britain automatically qualifies for the competition as they are one of the largest financial contributors to the European Broadcasting Union, EBU, so they can’t even get out of it if the wanted to.

In Sweden on the other hand it purely a matter of life and death. All other news is pushed off the front pages, radio stations do not report on anything else and television time is allocated to the selection process, the Swedish competition and even backstage the programmes. You will read stories such as, “The viewers did not rate the dress the presenter was wearing”…get it wrong and it can ruin your career.

Today on the 16th of October, 2007 (7 months before the Eurovision song Contest 2008) Sweden had a press conference announcing the Swedish competitions 28 participants which will be battling out for a place to go to the Eurovision song contest in Belgrade on the 24th of May, 2008???

There will be 6 competitions held in Sweden all over the country, called the Swedish Song Contest. These will be held in large arenas where you will have up to a 50,000 strong live audience, millions watching on television. This year there was 3434 entries which the panel of judges had to go through in order to narrow it down to a “manageable” 28 entries (and the arguments have already started)…you can start buying tickets for the competition from Thursday, ticket prices range from £15.00 - £22.00 for a rehearsal?? The actual show will set you back £26.00 - £35.00…then if your favourite wins…you’ll have to fight it out with the Serbians who is staging this year’s competition in the Belgrade Arena, a venue which seats 20,000 people.

Well you see the Swedes are organised, taking a professional approach so how are we doing in the scores? Sweden has managed four wins; ’74 ABBA, ’84 Herreys, ’91 Carola and then ’99 Charlotte Nilsson. The Greatest Britain; ’67 Sandie Shaw, ’69 Lulu, ’76 Brotherhood of Man and ’97 Katrina and the Waves…so the score is a draw…

This year though I am sure that the Greatest Britain will have the upper hand. It has not gone for the 28 entries to choose from and 7 months to prepare, no because it would be totally impossible to find 28 lunatics to sing the songs, they are more sneaky than that…they didn’t have an Empire for nothing you know…No this year The Greatest Britain has imported half a million Polish people and an unknown number of Romanians to even out the old eastern block voting…I shall be writing to the Eurovision secretary to see if it is allowed according to the rules…

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Sunday, October 07, 2007

The Role of a Parent



When enough is enough…

Following the recent shooting in Sweden, where a farmer after two years of harassment, decided to take the law into is own hands, it has today become quite clear what has been in going on in Rödeby a small community north of Karlskrona.

It is strange that harassment, bullying and mindless bored youths get into the same troubles irrespective of borders, background, language or culture. In this case we have a group of kids…all in and around 15/16 years old who has started to harass a family, using violence, intimidation and the internet to harass. Below is a selection of incidents which has been reported.

They posted the family’s telephone number on a Swedish networking site encouraging people to call; preferably at night, the family reported it to the police. Action taken by the police: None

Their car is vandalised, graffiti sprayed all over it, the family reported it to people with a list of suspects. Action taken by the police: None

The son has his moped vandalised in a theft attempt which is disturbed, when he comes out of a shop a group of youths are hanging around laughing and is taunting him. The family reports it to the police with a few names being forwarded as suspects. Action taken by police: None

The son was out driving his moped when he was hunted down by a gang of other guys on mopeds. The harassed and taunted him; he felt threatened and told the father who reported it to the police supplying them with names. Action taken by police: None

The mother is shopping at the local supermarket and when she tries to exit the car park some youths throw a large bin in front of the car stopping the mother from exiting the car park. The incident is reported to the police. Action taken by the police: None

Then we have the fatal day of the shooting, the father had had enough so he drove into the small town centre to seek out the kids to speak to them about the harassment they have inflicted on his family. Instead of a sensible conversation with the youths, a lot screaming, foul language and continuing harassment ensued so the man left and drove home. Then at 2.30 in the morning the gang arrived at the family home and banged on the door. It was at this time the farmer came out with his shotgun and fired. Result? One dead 15 years old and a seriously injured 16 year old…

I look at the facts as they have been reported and I cannot understand why society today is so reluctant to take charge and deal with incidents when they happen. No matter how small or large the incident is, if it socially unacceptable, the deal with it…

Needless to say that the relatives of the youths have been speaking to the press to say how utterly shocked they are and that their kids are angels…wouldn’t hurt a fly…

Is it time that we start to question the role of the parents and the police in incidents such as this?

It is interesting to read the role of the Swedish police and not feel that this farmer and his family has been let down

The Role of the Swedish Police
The role of the Police is to prevent crime, oversee civil order and safety, seek out criminal activity and investigate such activity.
The Police Law (1984:387) describe the responsibility of the Police accordingly:

As part of society to ensure justice and safety the work of the Police shall be to oversee civil order and safety and ensure public safety and offer assistance.

Responsibility of the Police:

1. prevent crime and other disturbances and ensure civil order and safety
2. protect civil order and safety interferences stop potential disturbances in interfere in such disturbances once they occur or occurred
3. prevent and investigate crime which can be put to a prosecutor
4. provide the public with protection, information and other assistance when applicable
5. fulfil other tasks which falls under the protection of society

Now where is the similar breakdown for the role of the parents?



Photo © RPS

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Friday, September 07, 2007

Hunting season extended...


I think it is now time to make my feelings known, unless there was any doubt before...that is...

I believe that the Greatest Britain is going down the tubes…

Yes it is not a happy time for me to say this as I, an ethnic minority, you see I am Swedish and foreign and I live in a country where people do not think and do things as us Swedes… that makes me an ethnic minority…plus the fact that there is only some 30 odd thousand Swedes in the UK, give and take a few thousand.

Switching on the news today was depressing; a celebration of the great Pavarotti’s life was first on the agenda and then the funeral of an eleven year old kid…

Both of them had a passion for life and were talented in their own way, Luciano was blessed with a voice that many would try to mimic…then the poor kid from Liverpool had had only one issue…he was born in the Greatest Britain . His life was cut short due to a “turf war” between gangs in Liverpool…who has heard something so stupid in there entire life?…turf war in Liverpool…I have to be careful what I say here because last time some said something bad about Liverpool he was asked to go and apologise to the citizens…I am sorry you can’t haul me up there, I am an ethnic minority and I will not go an apologise for anything as I don’t care anymore…

I have had enough…Put yourself in this situation…a mother or a father, remember this is the Greatest Britain so the likelihood is one or the other, sit at home, hear the BMX bike squeal to a halt. Snotty kid comes in, sweaty…first sign there, child arrives home sweaty and considering that this child has not done any exercise in 10 years would be a great sign that something is wrong...

Second sign… the child smells of gun powder…you don’t need to be an expert in gunpowder plots to work out what it smells like, all you need to do is to wait for the 5th of November work out what every kid in the Greatest Britain smells like and there you are…

Third sign…the kid has a shower or a bath and it turns out that it is not Christmas.

Fourth sign…your kid brings the clothes down to the washing machine and says “mum do I wash my hoodie on 40 or 60 degrees

5th sign…your kid asks in the middle of your favourite soap if you can switch over to Sky News…that is when you, as a parent, pick the phone up and say…”my kid is showing some unusual behaviour” as you should start to think like this...did my son just have a work out on his BMX, stopped to buy some rockets for Guy Fawkes, eventhough it is only September, decided he smells and needed a shower and develped some sort of strange interest in washing his clothes and picking up on the news…if not CALL THE POLICE...if you are lucky you’ll get a proper police officer, hopefully older than your child, to come around the house and arrest the little bugger…

You can now make £100,000 from selling your story to a “red top”, get a headline, and at least 60 free ciders down the local boozer…piece of cake…

As long of course you don’t light that Lambeth down the pub…cause it is against the law…

Times like this we expect the public to go nuts…calling for a culling and a hunting season on delinquent youths…imagine if you had free range to shoot the little buggers after 8pm…get a licence at the library from Mrs Woods and go hunting…what a great setup…

Schools would love it…less disruptive kids in class…no need to pick up the litter from the packed lunches…the results would go up, funding would increase per kid and no slutty overweight mum hanging around the school after close shouting “Paris”, Chantelle” “Brooklyn” come here now…

McDonalds would loose out though…no birthday parties with goody bags and poor Argos would have to lay people off…

Well…as I said I have had enough, I am packing up and moving out…where, how and when is just another story…perhaps I will become a teacher in Mr Woodentops Tory government and teach children how to become patriotic…that is of course if they’ll turn up?…
Mr Sniper might have got them outside the fish shop at 9pm…

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Thursday, September 06, 2007

Sing for Pavarotti


It is not very often that you read about celebrities and you are overcome by sadness. Most of the time you read about them having spent a huge amount of time and money on doing something stupid and costly. Of course you would only read this in a “scandalous newspaper in a format which is smaller than the Telegraph”…

I have spent a lot of time with various celebrities from film, television and the music scene, I would agree with those comments some people have read about, but one celebrity whose heart and mind which was won over on me years ago is facing difficulties, namely Luciano Pavarotti…

I worked with the Big man himself on a coupe of large events and concerts and found him most likeable. A person with whom you could sit down and discuss his trade, being music, and he would listen to what you had to say. Years ago I was invited by a record company to join them to discuss a particular concert and being the “new kid on the block” among people who had spent a lifetime in opera and classical music I was a bit nervous about the meeting. The meeting took place in his restaurant in Modena and after a hearty meal we sat down to discuss the “programme”, to which the record company were committing to, when the “Maestro” arrived at the table. An argument between our company and the Italian broadcaster was brewing at the top floor and I was asked to go and mediate. Considering my skills in classical music and Italian I decided that I should do what I do best…be Swedish and go for it but be firm and put the law down early…needless to say that I won and they all agreed.

I returned to table in the restaurant, which was closed other people at the time, well what did you expect the Big Swede was in town…
When I sat down I was “tested” by the Maestro who asked me about the “running order” and if agreed…I glanced over the sheet and I asked “What seems to be the problem?”

Pavarotti answered that he felt that the record company did not like the Lucia song he had added in the schedule to which I answered it is a lovely tune and that everyone in Scandinavia will know and like it…to which a record executive said “I do not know the tune…”

At this point I decided that Swedish singing would be the best medicine and I started to sing the tune of Santa Lucia…only to ensure that my record company bosses would know what was talking about. This was the moment when Pavarotti struck a cord with me started singing the tune with me to the amazement of everyone around the table…

How come a Swedish person who works in events and music knows the words and music the Santa Lucia? Well at that moment Pavarotti stopped singing looked at me and said “That is not the song”…

I froze at my seat looked him in the eye scrabbling for words when he suddenly said…I don’t know where you found this Swedish guy but I will work with him as he is the only one who has ever challenged me to sing…

So we did the concert “Pavarotti and Friends” and I am writing this because I am reading that the Big Man is not doing to well in hospital…and I wish him all the best…

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Disappointment


Today I am going to deal with disappointment.

I know that in today’s society we should all be protected from disappointment, not for health and safety reasons just because we cannot handle it. As an example kids today are only being told how good they are and not being told that they are bad at something. We all know that we are all different and thank God that we are… Imagine a football team with 11 David Beckhams…great crosses but not much more…I am sorry David I know you have much more talent, when it comes to football, but the fact is that your pin point delivery is out of this world…

Anyway today when it is 30 years since Elvis died I have been disappointed. I am with the family in Sweden for a brief visit and sitting down watching Swedish television on a Thursday evening is dire, boring or just plainly crap. So tonight at least there would be some Elvis stuff on the television. Well the evening started badly with my brother the chef calling to say that the BBQ was off due to rai, so no ribs marinated in maple syrup, mustard and spices a family recepie…then I got the blame for bringing the rain with me from Gloucestershire, this was the first disappointment…

So we had to go to Swedish pizzeria and order some pizzas, you see my mother is a big fan of Elvis and booked ONE ticket for herself to go and see a concert in Helsingborg at a church, where a 50 strong choir was singing Elvis most famous gospel songs…so me and Mrs E was dog and dad sitting…my mum even named the bloody yappy dog Elvis…and no he cannot yap “Houndog”…

Back to pizza…Sweden as you know is famous for a couple of food items, namely meatballs and pickled herring, so I was off to that famous Swedish pizzeria in the village, in Sweden, which is run but that famous pizza chef, Mohammed, from Turkey…didn’t even know that they did pizzas in Turkey…But guess what? In a village of only 3,500 people they have 64 different pizzas, sad to say that none of them were a mixture of local Swedish, Italian, Turkish cuisine kebab pizza with pickled herring…they did in fact have a kebab pizza…

On the way home, walking distance, the skies opened and I got drenched…the pizzas got even more soggy but the good thing it would go well with the “canoe-sex-beer” they sell in the normal supermarket ( you know F***ing close to water)…what a meal…that was disappointment number two…

Dinner finished and we settled down for an evening of television viewing and I asked my dad where the paper was so we could read the television pages…he duly explained that because the paper is expensive (they are pensioners) so they share the paper with the neighbour, very clever…my parents have the paper in the morning and the neighbour has it in the evening (so we had no bloody television pages)…and as it turned out my parents do not have a digital television service so no EPG (Electronic Programme Guide). We finally settled in for a programme on Discovery channel which lasted for one and half hour…a programme about the workings of a combine harvester…in Swedish…12 minutes into the programme Mrs E was fast asleep and my father was running a side commentary about a combine harvester he repaired 25 years ago and remembered all the details…the fascinating thing was how the cockpit was always flat and the proved it by placing a cup of coffee on the instrument panel…gripping stuff… disappointment number three…

Now take this all into account that I had taken Mrs E to look at a potential property in the village which we wanted to buy…a large property, which look fantastic on the outside and I persuaded her to come with me to see it as future investment. She had seen the pictures but none from the inside, she insisted that she wanted to see pictures from the inside of the house before jetting off…this, I said, would be no problem the inside is excellent, I have been told so…well she was right and I was wrong…we should have gotten some pictures because beauty on the outside does not mean beauty on the inside...so that was the last disappointment of the day…

By the way…Did you know a combine harvester can empty 8 tons of grains in only 2.5 minutes and that is enough for 14,000 loafs…fascinating…

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Public peeing is on the rise...


It is only the 6th of August and considering the temperatures in Greatest Kingdom of Sweden from the month of October to May the Swedish government has so far in 2007 collected over $250,000 in fines from public urination. So far 2252 people has been fined, quickly moving toward last years record of 3,328 people fined. I am sorry to write about this especially since I know that the Government of the Greatest Britain is an avid reader of my blog and before you know it peeing in the UK will be outlawed...that would be £50 pus VAT (it is of course a luxury to pee) thank you.


The Swedish information does not tell us the breakdown of men vs. women peeing in public…

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Thursday, July 05, 2007

The Chinese or Mr Brown PM who to blame?


Planks of wood…or timber as it is known in the building industry are now a scarce commodity. I have recently undertaken some major building work at the Barn and have come across a small strangulation of recourses in The Greatest Britain and beyond. Fitting a new kitchen, putting a new ceiling up in the pool house, some small electrical work was stifled by the price of timber and copper…

We have for a long time been aware that everything here is now more expensive that in Europe, Brown is taxing us to the hilt and soon taxes will have taxes…I was trying to source some T&G for the ceiling in the pool house, you see a British favourite plasterboard wont do as the ceiling will absorb the moisture from the pool and before you know if you find yourself stiff in the largest plaster vat you ever seen. So T&G which is either varnished or white waxed will do the trick. My new “friends” the local building merchants did not know what hit them when I started to ask about their prices…How much??? Well coming from a country which exports more timber than pop songs, I naturally went there to source my wood…Even in Sweden the prices has rocketed and asking the suppliers there they explained it to me in one word, China…

The Chinese are building like there is no tomorrow, well we are buying so much from them that most manufacturing is now moved to the People’s Republic that they need so much raw material that prices here are being pushed up…so let me think about this for just a second, we shut down our own manufacturing plants, move it to China because labour is cheaper, the Chinese in return buy up all timber and copper they can lay their hands on so we sufferer shortages, prices go up…where is the sense in that?

Well I managed to get my T&G in Sweden and they provided them with a white wax finish, all the screws and clips including delivery to the Greatest Britain at 24 pence cheaper per meter. When you are buying 1800 meters it’s a big difference also when I found out that I did not need to stand and treat them first…

So ceiling sourced next chock was the copper pipes for the heating system…again some little nifty Chinese has been in there, why I don’t know what do they want copper pipes for, and bough the lot so now when I needed 30 meters of pipe I had to pay a premium…

Well considering that we have so called global warming, wasn’t June a picture of global warming? Where is this so called global warming? The sun shines, it is because of global warming. It rains cats and dogs, it’s because of global warming.

Sorry guys I believe it is the Chinese who are behind it…the have imported all the bloody wood from Scandinavia and Eastern Europe and are building little rowing boats in the rowing boats factory ready to ship out to us…call them what you want, but are not stupid….

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Freedom fighters...freedom for whom?


I am a bit dumbstruck at the lack of action from the international community, when it comes to the despair of the poor people of Zimbabwe. I know that us Swedes can not be standing in the front screaming and shouting at the top of our voices because we…the sensible Swedes…were an ally to Mr Robert Mugabe. Yes I know, it is hard to think that people like the Swedes, who make sensible cars, nice and cheerful furniture’s, would have a friend in Africa called Robert Mugabe, but that it is a fact.

What caused this unlikely link between Sweden and one of the men we most would like to see fed to a pack of Korean starving dogs?

Well in the early 1970’s Sweden was doing extremely well internationally. Export was high import lower than what it is today; remember that this is pre-Brighton 1974 so we can’t use ABBA as measurement of success. No…Sweden was toddling along in its knitted sweaters with long hair, beards and in the summer naked on the beach with all those blonde girls listening to music from the Hootenanny Singers and Hepstars (band members from both groups became B&B in ABBA)…

Politically we had started to irritate people globally, because of a Mr Olof Palme. Mr Palme, who was came from an upper calls background, was in charge of the socialist party at the time. He surged into political fame internationally by cuddling up with Castro, claiming support for the Viet Cong, and perhaps ill advised, he expressed, with his friend, Pierre Schori an up and coming socialist activist, that Mr Mugabe was a freedom fighter who should have his support.

In the 1970’s Robert Mugabe enjoyed frequent visits to Sweden, in fact he called Sweden a “Moral Superpower” and became close friends with Palme and Schori. Palme did his best to be supportive of Mugabe, who became a well liked man in Swedish political circles.

Now some 30 years later Olof Palme, unlike Mugabe, met a premature death at a hand of an assassin in Sweden February 28th, 1986 and Mugabe, the “Freedom Fighter”, is starving his people, terrorising and bankrupting his nation. Mr Pierre Schori (does not sound Swedish but he had Swiss heritage), who clearly is an anti-imperialist and very in favour of China and the then Soviet Union, rose to ranks in international politics and in 2005 he was appointed special representative to the Ivory Coast, by the then UN secretary Kofi Annan.

Schori have had a long career in the left of politics, he was appointed by the European Union as an “observer” in the 2002 Zimbabwe election which did not end to well for our friend as Mr Mugabe, his once very good friend withdrew his visa and chucked him out… He was due to be appointed Administrator to Kosovo, but at that time the US stepped in because of Mr Schori’s left wing attitude.


So Sweden has been doing a lot of meddling in Zimbabwe trying to push its ideology and since this ideology is no longer in government lets hope that the new one has some balls and can put together something which will ensure that Mr Mugabe, get a well overdue retirement somewhere in North Korea…

Or is the lack of action due to the fact that Zimbabwe has no oil? What is that all about…?
Picture from left to right Palme, Schori, Castro, curtsey of CubaNuestra

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Inhumane rights




Sweden has some really warped ideas about human rights…you see in Sweden you are not allowed to print a persons name or picture when wanted for a crime. You can only refer to them as male/female, age and where they are from until they have been found guilty of the said crime in a court of law.

It sort of makes it a joke when the country, like The Greatest Britain, is littered with CCTV cameras. I know that there are some police forces in Britain which has taken the decision not to publish the images of criminals as it would infringe their human rights...which I find criminal…

Back to Sweden, on the 16th of February this year a guy (43 years old) as seen in the pictures, high on medication carrying a moose hunting rifle, walked in and robbed a petrol station. Today the press in Sweden released the images of the suspect as he is now facing charges of armed robbery. Now how ridiculous are these images?

Is there any doubt in anyones mind that this guy is not guilty?

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

High speed high stakes...


There is always a story to tell when there is a Ferrari involved in a high speed police chase and this one is of course not different. Well the ending might be, but let’s wait and see.

Southern Sweden, Ängelhom, a policeman gets a call after quite a few truckers and drivers have spotted two Ferraris on the motorway doing “incredible” speeds and driving dangerously. So in order to prevent an accident he sets out with his colleagues in unmarked policecars and takes up the chase. The Police could not keep up with them as the two Ferraris were driving in excess speeds of 180 mph (300km/h). So our Mr policeman calls ahead and blocks the motorway.

Once the motorway comes to a standstill the two drivers of the Ferraris turn around and start driving back on the same stretch of road now facing oncoming traffic, when the policeman spots them, they drive at him side by side so he tries to block their path using his unmarked police car. One of the Ferraris hit the police car but as it is not badly damaged continues on, in high speed.

Once off the motorway the two Ferraris split up and our brave policeman had to pick one of them to follow. The chase which followed was frightening, with no respect for other vehicles or road users, the Ferrari needed to be stopped and quickly before a serious accident happened.

Our man in blue, managed to get up alongside the Ferrari, as it headed back out on the motorway, and pushed it into the central reservation wedging it under the steel barrier.

When the driver was asked why he didn’t stop and accepted a fine for speeding he simply answered “yes that was pretty stupid wasn’t it?”

The story hit quite a few local papers as you can imagine and you would think that this would be the end of it, but hey no not at all, not in this health and safety conscious world we live in…

Adding a letter to his defence, the driver told the court that he was “unaware” that the pursuing unmarked police car was in fact a police car, well anyone could install blue lights at the front of the car and by a siren, he thought that they were car-jackers or robbers hence his hasty escape procedure…

The result of this letter has caused the Swedish Crown Prosecution to start an investigation into the following charges against the policeman;

Serious misconduct of a senior officer
Dangerous driving
Potential cause of harm to other road users

The Policeman is now retired, could lose his pension if found guilty and it should be noted that both the Ferrari drivers have previous convictions of dangerous driving…welcome to my world…

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Breaker, Breaker...


One should not laugh but sometimes it is impossible…There has been a lot of discussion about driving. With hands free phones, eating snacks whilst driving, talking to the kids, watching DVD’s??...well I can see that one being a bit complicated. There are also discussions about who causes the most accidents? Boy racers, women, men or the elderly…most of the time people say the elderly as they are getting forgetful, eyesight is going and the reactions are not what they used to be…

Well sometime they are right and sometimes completely wrong, but do spare a thought for this elderly couple in Southern Sweden who two weeks ago ended up in hospital, not because of their driving but because they were…how shall we put it…a bit muddled…

Our story begins when the couple, an 89 year old man and his 83 year old wife, visited their daughter in the southern University Town of Lund, also known for its excellent University hospital, which proved handy. When they were due to return home, a short 30 minutes drive, the car would not start. They called a breakdown truck that arrived promptly and after a short investigation it was decided that the car would be hoisted up on the truck and taken to a garage near their home.

Note, that in Sweden, you can still sit in your vehicle when being transported by a breakdown truck, so when they arrived at their destination, being the repair garage, the couple forgot that they were 1 meter (3 foot 3 inches) up in the air on the back of a breakers truck and both of them open their doors simultaneously and stepped out. The fell 1 meter down and slammed hard into the ground.

The driver of the truck did not notice the commotion at first; it was not until he looked in the mirrors that he spotted the right hand door (passenger door as the car is left hand drive in Sweden) was open. Shortly thereafter he heard someone screaming and saw one of the elderly flat on the ground by the truck’s wheels…but it was too late, by then he had reversed over the foot of the old man.

The couple was transported, this time in ambulance, back to the town where their journey started, to the hospital. The 89 year old man is reported to have suffered head and face injuries and several fractures on his left foot. His 83 year old wife received a broken arm and four broken ribs…

In understand that the couple are on the road to recovery…

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